I'm down with this idea.

Also, this isn't that unusual. I have two 1 year old cats, and this is pretty normal.

Our usual brunch place (also the reason my pants don't fit) is Denver Biscuit Company on Broadway. It's decadent. It's cheap if you don't drink, but the bloody marys are SO GOOD.

Oh, I *love* Sputnik! Been there a bunch, but never for brunch.

This bakery is like 5 minutes from me, and I drive past it all the time. I don't particularly love sweets, but I will probably pop in there to get something for the husband now. Which brunch place?

Ahem:
Red hair
Curls
Glasses
Braces for 4 years

And my mother made all my clothes. The ones that were bought were purchased by my grandmother, 4 sizes too big, because "they don't need to be so form fitting" - WHEN I WAS 9!!!

I am surprised that I turned out remotely normal at all.

PS, I'm not bitter (I am totally bitter.)

The worst part is that my sister (4 years younger) NEVER cut her hair. She had golden brown waves down to her ass by the time she was 5. Once my parents let her cut hers, she hasn't had it longer than shoulder length since. My mom's deal was that my hair was a pain in the ass to handle (and I was the oldest of 4) so…

I grew up with curly red hair in a family of wavy blondes and brunettes. No one understood my pain. My mother kept my hair cut short - so short that my nicknames were Shirley Temple and Orphan Annie. Oh, that's fun. (not)

When I finally was allowed to start growing out my hair, my mother's stylist was AWFUL. I ended up…

No worries. ;) I don't in real life. I was in a weird mood last night.

OH, definitely. This is my high school social circle, and there is a definite lack of forward movement among many of them. I left there 15 years ago and never looked back.

Indeed. Mildly homicidal is an improvement.

I ordered a Dyson on Tuesday. IT IS ALSO NOT HERE YET. And I seriously wanted to vacuum the fuck out of my house this weekend.

Celexa made me feel like a zombie. Sertraline (zoloft) makes me feel only mildy homicidal.

I went on a date. It was pretty much the worst date in the history of dates. It involves failure to read signals, and all sorts of things, and was just horrifying, but in the sort of way that makes a great story that night and forever after. If you want to read the entire sordid story, read on, otherwise, the…

I grew up in Detroit and walked 3/4 of a mile to school on my own, and then while supervising my brother that was 2 years younger than me. We rode bikes to the library. I walked from 8 mile to 9 mile to get dairy queen with friends at age 9.

That is *EXACTLY* why I need them! Yes yes and yes.

Wait, ELLEN Underwear?! Where can I buy these??!?!

Lighting, setup, etc and the "candid camera" video shots make it pretty clear that this is all fake. Totally fake.

I mean, if I was single and hated myself, I'd totally fuck Adam Levine, but still.

Honestly, I just sat here and made my husband watch this like 3 times. And then I said, out loud, "OMG, because Awesum, because CAT."

Because the creator originally couldn't deal with item numbers, so the silly names made it easier to recall/keep track. Or so I have heard. I could be wrong. It's happened one or twice. Now I want to go shopping.